Do you remember the place we slept under the trees?
Do you remember the way we went on, picking these
Invisible mushrooms for that full-on winter lie?
Can you still taste the old apple orchard hidden in the pie?
Do you ever wander to those ruins we sang on at night?
Do you hear me cry aloud, on and on about
The lost, the found, the left that I'm supposed to keep?
Can you still taste death when plunged deep into your sleep?
And even if I don't, I do
And even if I don't, I do
And even if I don't, I do
I did, I do
And even if I don't, I do
And even if I don't, I do
And even if I don't, I do
I did, I do
And even if you don't, I do
And even if you don't, I do
And even if you don't, I do
I did, I do
Do you remember the place we slept under the trees?
Do you remember the way we went on picking these
Invisible mushrooms for that full-on winter lie?
Can you still taste the old apple orchard hidden in the pie?
Can you still taste the old apple orchard hidden in the pie?
Can you still taste the old apple orchard hidden in the pie?
Can you still taste the old apple orchard hidden in the pie?
And even if I don't, I do
And even if I don't, I do
And even if I don't, I do
I did, I do
I did, I do